I've never seen the sea so calm before. Every now and then, gentle ripples would embrace the perfectly rested waters, but for the most part of it, it remained still. My latest visit to the pier was an uncanny experience. Normally the perpetual movement of air bending around the shores would whip at my hair and tug at my clothes. I realise in everything large, there is a aspect of fragility that we do not see unless we arrive at the right moment.
This moment was exactly 11am on a monday morning. The weather was slightly cool, but I'm comfortable. Maybe it's because I'm prancing along the deck like a 10 year old in my oversized Tee. Or I'm starring down at the glacier waters and realising how much more pleasant it feels to be up here, and not down there.